"You, are you... the Martial Ancestor, sir?"
The emaciated elder's expression was fervent, his mind hit by an unprecedented impact, to the point of temporarily forgetting the intense pain coursing through his body.
"You recognize me?"
Lu Yuan hadn't expected that after ten thousand years, someone still remembered him.
Moreover, he detected a familiar aura from the elder's bloodline.
Could it be that this frail elder before him was a descendant of an acquaintance from the past?
"It can't be wrong, even though the Dawn Church strictly forbids anyone from mentioning anything related to the Martial Extreme Daoist School."
"But when I was young, I saw a portrait of the Martial Ancestor in my grandfather's secret room. You look exactly like the portrait, you must be the Martial Ancestor, sir!"
The more the emaciated elder spoke, the more excited he became, as if a devout believer had seen the god he worshiped, his gray eyes shining with unprecedented color.
The next moment.
